Ever since mommy left, my daddy’s poker games have become a huge hit with the rest of the neighborhood dads. He has a huge, green felt table in the basement, surrounded by a big screen TV, a huge comfy leather couch, and an industrial-sized cooler that never runs out of beer.
The other dads always talk about how he’s ‘living the life,’ and complain about how annoying their wives and their kids are. They like talking to me though. In fact, after I stopped in one day before going to the pool, daddy asked if I could spend Sundays hanging out with him and the other guys that play cards with him.
They always compliment me and tell me how lucky my dad is to have me around. I’m the lady of the house now that I’m 18 and mom’s gone, and daddy tells me how important it is for me to take over the things that mommy used to do.
So when he bought me a [special outfit](https://www.reddit.com/r/Piabunnyx/comments/j4qnbp/gorgeous/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) to wear to the poker games, I was excited about the new clothes and how he smiled when he saw me in it.
I got ‘dressed’ and headed down to the basement around 8pm, when the other dads came over to play after putting their own kids to bed. My boobs kept trying to wiggle out of my top as I plodded down the stairs, and I had to fidget with them for a moment before walking over to the poker table.
Daddy sat smoking a cigar and counting through a wad of money, with the overhead light glinting off of his shaved, smooth brown head. His graying mustache twitched as he counted under his breath, chubby fingers folding and flipping the crumpled bills. Finally he looked up.
“There’s my giiiirl,” he beamed, gesturing with both of his large brown hands. I clasped my hands in front of me and smiled as his friends turned to look. Around the table that night was Jeff, Dodd, Benny, and Hank. Each of them brightened considerably upon catching sight of me.
“Hi everyone,” I squeaked, waving meekly. I’d fixed my hair up and put on some lip gloss, at daddy’s request.
*”This is what mommy used to do,”* he’d said, *”you want to help daddy, right?”*
“Evening Pia,” Dodd croaked from under his red trucker cap, grinning his thin, whiskered grin. Hank’s eyes traced me over from the top of my head to the tips of my toes as he swallowed hard and a bead of sweat appeared on his pudgy, white brow.
“Have a seat on the couch, baby, we’re just about to get started,” daddy said, picking up the cards to start dealing. I clicked over to the overstuffed leather couch in my shiny black heels, and settled into the puffy cushions, which felt refreshingly cold on my mostly-bare skin. The big screen was playing an old gangster film in black and white, and I watched absently as the first game of the night began at the nearby table.
A half hour went by, and I was startled slightly when Benny flopped down onto the cushion beside me. He’d lived next door to us since I was little, and his daughter Tracy was just a few years younger than me.
“Hi Uncle Benny,” I smiled, “having fun?” My hands were folded in my lap and my thighs were pressed together atop the smooth black cushions.
“Sure am Pia-bear!” Benny smirked, tossing an arm over the back of the couch behind me. His big belly told the story of a regular acquaintance with six packs of cheap beer, but that night he smelled like whiskey.
“Your daddy says you’re all grown up now, and that you’re helping out with the stuff your momma used to do,” Benny scooped me close to him and gave me a squeeze.
“Yeah, I’m trying,” I shrugged a bit, and my top tried to slide loose again.
“Well there’s something she was real good at that you can help me with!” He looked into my eyes. I continued smiling, but didn’t know what to say. Then he reached down with his free left hand, and unzipped his jeans — reaching in and pulling out a semi-hard, hairy white penis, stroking it slightly in his palm.
My heart started beating noticeably harder in my chest and my face flushed — I hadn’t even noticed the pause in the poker game on the other side of the room. Benny slipped his arm back so that his fingers slid beneath my curls and settled on the back of my neck. Then he scooted over a bit, and began guiding my head toward his growing member.
I’d fooled around with boys before, but the unexpected turn of events made me freeze like a stunned deer. Uncle Benny pressed my face to the head of his cock, and my mouth opened to take it inside. He let out a deeply satisfied groan as he moved his left hand to the top of my head, and began to bob me up and down on the tip of his shaft.
My eyes tried to look around and my hands remained clasped awkwardly in my lap as he worked into the warm wetness of my mouth. He bunched a fistful of my hair into his left hand, and reached around me with his right to slide my tit out from my skimpy top, and fondle its fleshy weight.
He started to squeeze it roughly, and to pump my head deeper and more rapidly against his crotch as his groans turned to grunts. I coughed a couple of times when his dick hit the back of my throat, and could feel the drool running over my lips and down his shaft.
I winced as he tightened his knuckles in my hair and shoved my head down as far as it would go. His cum sprayed against my sinuses and I whined uncertainly as the series of spurts ran down my throat and up my nose, dripping out from my nostril like a little white strand of glue.
Uncle Benny held me there for a moment as his hips quaked, before loosening his grip on my hair and letting me up from his crotch. I sat up and tried coughing my throat clear, feeling the slime on my chin and wiping the cum from my nose. Little streams of eye water glinted on my cheeks as some of the mess dripped into my cleavage.
“Whew, thanks little bear,” Benny said, kissing me on the forehead before standing and zipping up his pants to return to the table. I looked over to daddy who gave me a reassuring wink before shuffling the cards to deal again.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jf7i5h/fm_daddys_little_moneymaker_pt_1